After serving three years in prison, he swept across the land upon his release.

Early in the morning, in the chicken coop of a rural courtyard, Qin Wuchen stood with one foot on a burlap sack and pulled hard on the rope with both hands.

"We'd better tie him up tight, in case he wakes up halfway through."

Qin Wuchen wrapped the burlap sack around the opening several times and tied several tight knots before he felt relieved.

"Finally done, this guy shouldn't be able to escape now." Qin Wuchen clapped his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then plopped down on the haystack.

"I'm really tired. It seems that last night's exertion was indeed too great." Qin Wuchen panted heavily, his head covered in sweat, looking even more exhausted than when he fought the enemy with the War God Body last night.

Wearing gray-white clothes made of coarse cloth, Qin Wuchen looked somewhat like a chicken farmer.

There were three knocks, and then a boy walked in from outside, carrying a cup of tea and a few sesame seed cakes.

"Sir, breakfast is ready. You can go and eat now." The boy's name was Feng Ran. He was Feng Shuisheng's grandson and the boy who appeared in the fields last night to help Qin Wuchen.

Of the three generations of the Feng family, only two children and one old man remain, living off a few acres of land.

Despite wearing rough clothes, Feng Ran maintained a dignified demeanor and exuded an air of neither servility nor arrogance when standing in front of Qin Wuchen.

"Okay, I understand." Qin Wuchen stood up, stretched with a sigh of relief, and his back bones creaked as he twisted.

"Sir, do martial artists get tired too?" Feng Ran couldn't help but ask curiously.

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuchen immediately became interested. A strange look appeared in his eyes as he couldn't help but scrutinize Feng Ran.

Judging from his physical attributes... he has the potential to become a martial artist...

Qin Wuchen stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

However, how far a martial artist can go ultimately depends on how high his ambition is. I will test this child. If he has ambition, I will guide him to become a martial artist, which can be considered as repaying this family.

"Boy, aren't you afraid I'll get angry if you ask that?" Qin Wuchen withdrew his right hand, stood up, and his voice immediately became serious.

He raised his head, only glancing at Feng Ran out of the corner of his eye.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ran's eyes widened in surprise, revealing a puzzled look. However, after a moment's thought, he said directly, "I'm scared..."

"Oh?" Qin Wuchen raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, his face full of curiosity. "If that's the case, why do you still dare to ask such a question?"

"Sir," Feng Ran swallowed hard, "a martial artist can kill an ordinary person with no effort at all, so I'm very afraid of you."

"But I don't think you'd do that. You look different from the others, and if you were going to take action, you would have done it already."

Feng Ran's answer surprised Qin Wuchen. He lowered his head and laughed twice, but the laughter was hearty and showed no contempt.

"You're very good." Qin Wuchen stepped forward, patted the other person on the shoulder, then picked up a sesame seed cake and handed a business card to the plate.

"I've eaten the sesame seed cake. This is my way of thanking you. If you want to become a martial artist, you can go to Cloudsea City and call the number above."

"This..." Feng Ran frowned and pondered for a moment after hearing this. "I still need to ask Grandpa what his opinion is."

"He's a filial son," Qin Wuchen replied with a smile as he ate a steamed bun and walked out.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. After Qin Wuchen ate a few pieces of cake and drank some tea, Su Ningxue finally arrived.

Three black cars lined up in a row, drove through the narrow alleyways, and stopped in front of the Feng family's courtyard.

This unprecedented spectacle immediately caused a great uproar in the village, with many villagers coming out of their homes and crowding the entire alley in front of the courtyard.

"Oh my, people from big cities are really different. Look at her, she's as white as a cloud in the sky." An old woman was eating sunflower seeds and talking about it with great interest. In front of her was Su Ningxue, who was wearing a black pencil skirt.

"Who says otherwise? Look at those long legs of hers. Your old man saw them and has been looking at you with disdain for the past three years." Another woman chuckled sideways.

"Go away, don't curse me..."

"I don't know what the relationship is between this girl and Old Feng. I've never heard of Old Feng having any wealthy relatives."

"Oh dear, you don't know, last night Old Feng brought back a man covered in mud. He's probably looking for someone. I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse for Old Feng."

"Well, speaking of last night, the wind was so strong it felt like an earthquake; it even blew the fence off my yard."

Su Ningxue stepped out of the car, her black high heels looking quite mismatched on the muddy ground.

"Old He, follow the old rules, appease these villagers, and make sure they keep yesterday's and today's events a secret, not revealing a single word." Su Ningxue turned her head slightly and said to a man in black beside her.

"Understood, Miss."

The man called Lao He immediately gathered three or five men in black. They squeezed into the crowd and quickly became friends with the villagers in their local accent.

"Miss, Mr. Qin is inside." Xia Tong, who was standing to the side, carried two swords on her back and wore the same black windbreaker she had never worn before.

At this moment, she sensed an indescribable, immense, and restless true energy continuously leaking from the wooden house in front of her.

Su Ningxue nodded, and then walked into the courtyard accompanied by Xia Tong.

Inside the house, Qin Wuchen had heard the roar of the car engine early on. He walked to the front of the courtyard and waved to Su Ningxue: "Miss Su, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sir, she is the person I told you who can compensate you for your losses." As he spoke, Qin Wuchen turned his head and gestured to Feng Shuisheng behind him.

Feng Shuisheng felt extremely apprehensive and quickly said respectfully, "I am terrified. How could I possibly trouble Miss Su of Xinghe Group to compensate for my losses?"

Su Ningxue didn't care about such formalities. She clasped her fists together and said in a calm tone, "The rules still need to be followed."

As she spoke, she gestured to the man in black beside her, who immediately understood and led Feng Shuisheng and the other two aside.

Feng Shuisheng did not refuse too much, after all, he knew that if he did not accept, it would mean that he was not on their side.

"Su Ningxue is as charming as ever," Qin Wuchen couldn't help but admire as he looked at the beautifully dressed Su Ningxue. "If you dress like this in the future, I won't be able to concentrate on teaching."

Faced with the teasing, Su Ningxue smiled slightly: "I am very honored to receive Mr. Qin's praise."

"You asked me to investigate that office. I've already bought the entire floor. Inside the office, I found records of their connection to an IP address from Japan, as well as records of their connection to the Li family of Yunhai City."

"However, the exchange content has been deleted, and it will be very difficult to recover it."

"Fusang and the Li family... Qin Wuchen pondered this for a moment... It seems my guess was right, the Li family is indeed related to the Sun Ninja Association."

"That's right," Qin Wuchen nodded affirmatively. "Miss Su, come with me, I'll show you a surprise."

"A surprise?" Su Ningxue raised an eyebrow, feeling a little curious.

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